A Warning for Yawning

The call of the wild from the wildebeest to the squirrel; it’s the call of the wild, some innate vibrating volcanic eruption a retching surge of absolute calm that engulfs you yet frees you instantly from all obtrusive references because you are living in the moment.

My call of the wild is a collaboration of a yawn and a yell. In that wonderful experience called a yawn, think of all those solitary moments - that all-inclusive taking in of air. It is as if one could inhale so much that one could bring walls, ceilings and floor to one’s lips.

Yawns - sometimes in desperation, sometimes in ecstasy, sometimes just part of a day’s passing, sometimes for no reason at all, but just to yawn.

But, when I’m alone and usually with no conscious effort at play; more of a personal enjoyment I separate and include my reality by letting go of it and I just inhale – as if it were my only purpose, just inhale as if for the last time. Inhale as if it were my first, inhale with gusto with no other reason other than to inhale all of the air.

Letting go of every face and neck and shoulder and chest and back muscles until they all give up and collapse – giving way to solely take on the task in achieving the ultimate yawn. I think the yawn might have been a gift from the gods, done in jest, knowing the types of characters these gods could be.

A yawn is a moment that if you truly take it you’re vulnerable for mere seconds, yet your whole body, your whole being is convulsing – it’s orgasmic – and I don’t mean that in a bad way. If you’re honest with yourself and free enough within and have the understanding and ability to let yourself just let go and inhale – my God –

But that’s only the half of it.

It’s the exhale that completes the yawn.

It’s simply masterful, it’s almost an Eastern philosophy, it’s a pure state of freedom.

The exhale examines all of our limitations, our fears, all our unrequited loves, our doubts, unfulfilled dreams and aspirations; simply all our inhibitions.

But as I said earlier, well, in truth, I allow myself this pleasure with my life partner just within earshot of my howl.

It’s a remnant of my childhood, designed to resonate - to express my “inner me” to give - a call to the wild, a universal scream, a collective yell from all that’s life and living.

To exhale all the negative, all the sense of loss and doubt – just exhale it all – every bit of it, till there’s none left to give.

In it’s completion one achieves, what the French call ”demi morta” or little death.

And yet only in life proceeded and finished with, a new breath of life, and so on and so forth.

But in my shared solitude upon completion of my ultimate intake of air, I become one with nature, one with the universe and I exhale in total free abandonment. And I say to myself, this feels better than good, this feels great. This simple pleasure we call a yawn is so much more if one is up to it, if one is willing to allow.

But don’t try this home alone without first consulting your primary physician, he’ll probably reserve the right to suggest an alternative treatment and perhaps even write you the script.

Sigh…oh, just yawn.